Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Monday, April 10, 2017
Valerie and Muriel took a moment to enjoy a drink and celebrate another successful Charity Ball at the prestigious Eldon Country Club.
It was the social event of the year and the room was full of wealthy donors , dignitaries and even a few local celebrities.
Even their reluctant husbands George and Henry seemed to be enjoying themselves , actively working the floor for donations.
It had been a mighty task but the two women were pleased that their efforts had yielded such generous results.
At that moment , Lady Bingham approached them to offer her congratulations.
"You ladies really outdid yourselves this year..." she beamed , ".....and I must say you are very lucky to have such wonderful husbands....such a great idea to auction off such 'unique' chairs !" the snobbish lady cackled.
Her comment produced raised eyebrows from Valerie and Muriel , making them both wonder exactly their husbands were up to.
"What Chairs?" Valerie asked , " What Auction?" Muriel chimed.
Lady Bingham continued , " Oh Yes , they are planning to auction off two matching green chairs....they are quite hideous , but apparently they have a special , mysterious use which they will reveal only to the person with the highest bid. I may just be tempted to acquire them myself just to satisfy my curiousity....I love secrets don't you?"
Valerie and Muriel were aghast .
"They wouldn't?" Muriel pondered, "Would they?"
"OMIGOSH! Apparently they would !" Valerie gasped pointing at a crowd gathering at the stage.
Trying to remain calm , they weaved their way over to where the slightly intoxicated tandem of George and Henry were already up on stage standing beside the two green chairs owned by she and Muriel.
The chairs certainly had a purpose the two ladies shared. They were spanking chairs!
The two wives would be seated on those very chairs quite regularly with a misbehaving husband draped over their lap to receive a bare bottom punishment.
However , in recent weeks it was their husbands' turn to sit on the chair to administer spankings to their naughty wives.
Valerie and Muriel quite enjoyed being on the receiving end of a good spanking almost as much as spanking their hubbies and did not want to lose the chairs.
Clearly George and Henry had other ideas.
Despite the restrictions of her tight cocktail dress , Valerie hoisted herself onto the stage and grabbed the microphone from her husband before he could speak.
The crowd groaned in disappointment.
"Excuse me folks...Muriel and I just need a quick word with our husbands....." she told them .
"What are you two doing? This is not part of the program , and may I remind you , that those chairs belong to Muriel and I?" Valerie scolded.
George shrugged his shoulders , "Come on ladies its for a great cause !" he reasoned.
Muriel was fuming , " It's not just the chairs .....I believe the winner will getsto hear about some of our ....er....'family secrets' which quite frankly I would rather not share!"
Henry made an attempt to placate his wife , " Don't worry Muriel we'll only tell them its a spanking chair.....not who gets spanked."
Valerie blushed , "It ought to be fairly obvious to them who gets spanked!"
The crowd were becoming impatient now , so Muriel turned to Valerie.
"Then there is only one solution Valerie.....we will be the winning bid.....whatever it takes.....and these two will be paying the bill!"
Valerie wagged a finger at the two men , "Oh they'll be paying alright - and with more than just cash! These chairs will be coming home with us tonight - and be assured Muriel and I will be sitting on them with you two jokers over our laps!"
The two men were stunned to silence .
"Start the auction George....you two deserve a good spanking right here on stage!" Valerie seethed.
Muriel grinned , "Mmmmmm....people would pay a lot more money to watch that Valerie." she mused.
A befuddled George took the microphone and began .
"Not only will the highest bidder receive these two beautiful , antique chairs , donated by our lovely wives, but we will reveal the secrets behind them....confidentially of course!"he declared .
Muriel and Valerie took their places with the other bidders .
They were silent at first and the bids quickly rose to $1,000.
Then Muriel bid $1,500 hoping to bring it to an end and teach their hubbies a lesson.
However , instead of silence , the distinctive voice of Lady Bingham rang out , "$2,000!"
Muriel looked at Valerie who quickly raised her hand to bid $3,000.
George and Henry stood with jaws agape , as if they were watching a tennis rally , their heads swivelling back and forth between Lady Bingham and their wives.
It appeared their stunt would cost them a lot of money and those darn chairs would be coming home anyway - unless Lady Bingham saved their bacon!
The ladies duelled stubbornly back and forth until finally Lady Bingham balked at Muriel's bid of $8,000!
"Clearly you ladies do not wish to part with the chairs so it would be wrong of me to take them from you." she told them to loud applause.
Excited by their victory , Valerie and Muriel took to the stage again .
They gave their humbled husbands stern glares before addressing the audience.
They thanked everyone for making the evening such a success , even Henry and George , before soon surprising everyone.
"Muriel and I are very pleased that we be bringing our chairs home this evening , but we would be amiss by not letting you all in as to their primary purpose ."
George and Henry looked at each other in confusion and with real concern when their ladies seated themselves comfortably in their chairs.
"These are spanking chairs and we challenge all of you to donate $100 to see these two very naughty boys get the spanking they deserve right here on stage?" Muriel yelled into the microphone.
Many hands , all female , shot into the air and everyone cheered loudly.
"Come on gentlemen....as you just told us .....its for a good cause. Now get your pants down and get over our laps!" Valerie ordered .
There were loud cheers when the two wives hoisted their cocktail dresses to reveal shapely thighs and stocking tops , and patted their laps.
Reluctantly the two men downed their slacks and crawled into position.
More cheers and laughter arose when the unfortunate husbands' shirts were hoisted to reveal colourful boxers.
"For the sake of decorum we will allow them to keep their underwear on , and as our hairbrushes are at home they will get a hand spanking!" Valerie announced gleefully.
"But keep in mind ladies that a proper spanking must be on the bare bottom using a stout hairbrush or paddle....which is exactly what these two will receive once we get them home!" Muriel added.
Then they began.
The spanks the ladies administered with the palms of their hands were firm and crisp but largely symbolic.
Even so , it would be enough to render their husbands backsides red and stinging .
Their embarrassing comeuppance was richly deserved and showing everyone in the room how useful those green chairs were .
After about 100 or so good wallops , the red-faced men were allowed to rise and restore their pants while Valerie took to the microphone again.
"The party isn't over ladies , so please stay and enjoy yourselves everyone. Please excuse us however as we need to take these two gentlemen home for a 'real' spanking !"
George and Henry picked up the green chairs and could not get off the stage quickly enough .
When the couples returned home , those awful green chairs were promptly returned to their proper place in the household to remain there as a reminder to errant husbands of the consequences of poor behaviour.
While their men were busy stripping for their spanking , the two ladies removed their evening gowns and sat on the chairs .
In fact they were seated in those chairs , for quite some time that evening and made sure their husband would not be sitting comfortably for the next day or two.
For George and Henry , their humiliation was worsened by the fact that the two couples attended the charity golf tournament the next morning.
Valerie and Muriel were positively glowing with satisfaction , their husbands were glowing with faces as red as their backsides.
Both men walked walked stiffly, grimacing with each painful step , and enduring amused smiles from the ladies and incessant teasing from the men .
Valerie and Muriel chuckled when they watched George and Henry painfully take their seats in the golf cart.
"Poor boys......your little bottoms must be very sore !" Valerie teased , "How about we make a little side bet on the game ? Losers get spanked ........and don't worry , Muriel and I will let you win!" she giggled.
The two men looked at each other and smiled.
Sunday, April 9, 2017
Sunnie yawned and picked up the phone.
She was surprised to hear the voice of her Fiancee Marcel’s boss Sonia.
“I’m so sorry to bother you Sunnie but I really need your help in finding a really important document.
Marcel was working on it at home last week and I can’t reach him as he’s in transit , so I was wondering if you could have a look in his office and see if you can find it for me?” Sonia asked.
“I could …” Sunnie replied , shaking the sleep from her head , “….but I don’t have the code for his document safe I’m afraid Sonia.”
“Don’t worry Sunnie , I have the code , we keep them all at the office just for this type of situation….sorry to be a pest but it’s really important.” Sonia replied.
After memorizing the code provided to her , Sunnie dashed off to Marcel’s home office and unlocked the safe.
Sure enough , the document Sonia described was there , sitting on top of a rather odd looking wooden box.
Sunnie took the document but squinted to take a closer look at the box.
“Could that be what I think it is?” she asked herself , her temper stirring.
Pulling the box out , she shook her head in exasperation.
It was a box of Cuban cigars which Marcel had publicly promised Sunnie hat he would give them up.
“You deceitful bastard Marcel!” Sunnie seethed through gritted teeth.
Her voice was till trembling with anger when she returned to speak with Sonia.
“I found it Sonia. I'll bring it over to your office once I get dressed …” she told her.
“GREAT! Everything OK Sunnie?” Sonia asked curiously , sensing her friend was upset.
Sonia was married to Marcel’s friend and fellow French compatriot , Francois , so the two couples socialized often.
“Why don’t I buy you lunch Sunnie , it’s the least I can do for saving our bacon , and you can tell me what's bothering you?” Sonia offered.
Sunnie had calmed down by the time she reached the office but was still smouldering .
“I can’t thank you enough for bringing that file Sonia….we could have lost the account. I’m afraid your Fiancee’s been a very naughty boy….he knows better than to take home important documents!” Sonia said with a smirk.
Sunnie rolled her eyes , “Oh he’s been naughtier than you think Sonia ….look what else I found in the safe!” she said ,revealing the expensive box of cigars.
Sonia’s eyes widened.
“Gosh ! But he swore to give those up months ago….Francois and I were there and heard him!”
Sunnie’s shoulders slumped.
“Oh it’s not just the cigars Sonia , lying and cheating about that is bad enough , but Marcel’s arrogant , smug French attitude has been driving me crazy lately!” she confessed.
Sonia leaned closer.
“You don't have to tell me Sunnie , remember I married one of those smug , arrogant Frenchmen 2 years ago ....but I can tell you he knows better than give me that attitude anymore!” she said with a hint of pride.
Sunnie perked up , “Really?” , and signalled Sonia to continue.
“Just like you I just put up with that crap from Francois at first , but I finally had to take charge to nip it in the bud. before it ruined our marriage.He does still act that way with me on occasion , he’s French after all , it’s in his blood …..but now he knows there will be consequences.” Sonia revealed.
Sunnie raised a brow , “Consequences?” she asked curiously.
Sonia took a sip of her wine , “Let’s skip dessert and we can stop by my place on the way back . I’ll show you something ?” Sonia suggested.
It was only a short drive to Sonia’s home , but Sunnie could barely contain herself with anticipation.
Sonia led Sonnie down a long hallway to her home office and opened the desk drawer , producing two items.
She placed both of hem on the desk and stood proudly with arms folded awaiting for Sunnie’s reaction.
Sunnie’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
On the desk was an old-fashioned wooden hairbrush and a male chastity device , complete with lock and key.
Sonia picked up the brush and tapped the back against her palm.
“Francois is terrified at the very sight of this little baby. If he acts up he knows he’ll be having a trip over my knee for a long dose of this on his bare backside.!” , she announced excitedly , "By the time I'm done he won't be able to sit comfortably for days......its very humbling for a proud Frenchman to be put over his wife's lap for a good spanking I can tell you !"
Using her free hand Sonia picked up the other item.
“This little item puts us in complete control. After I’ve finished blistered his bottom with my brush I, put this on him and keep it locked until I decide he’s learned his lesson. I like to wear the key on a nice chain around my neck so he sees it and knows I have the power…” she added.
Sunnie was rendered speechless.
“I know it’s a lot to take in Sunnie , but believe me it works. Evan an arrogant Frenchman respects a strong woman who will stand up to him and discipline him. You have a full two weeks to prepare before Marcel gets back from his trip , so why don’t we use that time so I can show you the ropes…” Sonia suggested.
When Marcel returned from his trip , Sunnie decided to give him a couple of days to recover before confronting him about the cigars and his poor attitude.
During his absence , Sonia had schooled Sunnie well , and she was well prepared and anxious to carry out her plan.
Finally , when the time was right , Sunnie sat at Marcel’s desk and carefully placed the cigars , her hairbrush and the chastity device before her.
Hanging conspicuously on the closet door was a large Jokari paddle Sunnie had picked up at a yard sale.
Sonia advised her to obtain such an implement for more serious offences - such as lying and breaking a sincere promise! The paddle was truly a weapon to be feared and ideal for driving home her point.
As Sonia had advised her , 'sometimes the hairbrush is just not enough...'.
Taking a deep breath , Sunnie summoned her man in the authoritative tone she had been practicing.
Not surprisingly it worked very well and Marcel promptly arrived without an argument or excuse.
However , his jaw dropped and his face flushed when he saw the various implements Sunnie had placed before him - especially the tell-tale cigar box!
His silence confirmed his guilt.
Sunnie permitted a pause to allow Marcel to absorb the situation before she spoke.
“Remember the promise you made to give up that awful cigar habit Marcel ,? How do you explain these hidden in your safe?” she demanded.
Marcel swallowed and fidgeted like a schoolboy.
Sunnie raised a brow. “Well Marcel? I’m waiting for a response!” she said .
Marcel’s shoulders slumped in defeat and he had no option but to confess his guilt and apologize profusely.
He even offered up the cigars he has brought home from his trip which he had not yet hidden. Sunnie tutted and shook her head in disappointment.
“It’s not just the cigars , your lying and deceit Marcel….it’s that uppity , arrogant , smug French attitude of yours that also needs to be corrected. So there are going to be some big changes around here starting right now ….do you understand?” she scolded.
Just as Sonia had told her , Marcel’s response was a bowed head and a “YES MA’AM!”
A tingling of satisfaction pulsed through Sunnie’s veins.
She was in complete control now and was enjoying every second of it.
While her man stood before her squirming , Sunnie picked up the hairbrush.
“I think you know what this is for Marcel . This time its your backside that will be on the receiving end. , and your bare backside is going to be feeling its sting a lot more often from now on!” she warned , receiving another “YES MA’AM” from Marcel.
Raising her chin proudly , Sunnie ordered Marcel to undress -which he did without resistance.
She sat back in the chair ad surveyed her naughty , naked man.
Her finger pointed to the Jokari paddle hanging on the door. “That is for serious offences where I really need to emphasize my message -that includes lying and broken promises. Do you understand?”
The response was another dutiful “YES MA’AM”.
Sunnie was pleased how well Sonia’s suggestion to end each sentence with a ‘do you understand’ was working.
Now it was time for the really interesting part.
Marcel visibly flinched when his Fiancee picked up the chastity device and approached him.
“Oh my….this won’t do! I’m afraid we’ll have to take care of that first… ” Sunnie declared with a smirk ,when she observed Marcel’s large erection.
“Put both hands on your head Marcel and stay still.” She ordered,
Then she began caressing the end of his shaft and pumping it quickly.
Marcel groaned in agony.
“Please Sunnie…STOP! ” he pleaded.
Sunnie continued , sending her man into a frustrated frenzy.
“Please Sunnie….I’m going to come!” Marcel yelled frantically .
Sunnie moved her face close to his , “If you dare to come over my outfit you’ll be wearing this device for a month!” she warned him , taking a firm grip on the base of his shaft and squeeezing hard.
Marcel's penis shook uncontrollably and seconds later an explosion of semen barely missed her dress.
“You will clean that up later do you hear me !” she scolded , staring at the mess on the floor.
"Yes Ma'am!" Marcel replied , watching his erection wobble and slowly shrink until it was limp and flaccid .
Sunnie smiled at him and proceeded to install the chastity device per Sonia's instructions.
A red-faced and thoroughly humbled Marcel winced and viewed his penis now trapped in the cage and under his fiancee's full control.
"There! Now lets get on with your punishment shall we?" Sunnie announced .
"Bend over and grab your ankles!" she ordered curtly , picking up the Jokari paddle.
"I was told this is quickly becoming a wife's best friend...... stings like the dickens I hear..." she mused.
Marcel eyed the big paddle warily.
"Please Sunnie....take it easy with that thing will you?" he reasoned.
Sunnie rose on her toes and glared into her man's eyes.
"Let's be clear Marcel. I'm the one who is in charge of this paddling- not you- and I have no intention of going easy on you given your behaviour!
I intend to teach you a lesson you won't forget so bend over , grab those ankles and get that naughty backside out!"
Marcel let out an exaggerated sigh and assumed the position.
"Legs apart please.!" Sunnie said , tapping the inside of Marcel's thighs with the paddle to expose the tender area between his cheeks.
"You will remain in position until I give you permission to get up or I will add extra strokes....understand?" she asked.
Marcel gulped , "Yes Ma'am!"
Planting both feet on the ground , Sunnie raised the paddle high and then swung it with full force toward her target.
Marcel wobbled but was able to maintain his position.
Without hesitation , Sunnie raised the paddle again.
Sunnie watched as Marcel's cheeks wobbled with the force of the paddle.
They were already turning red and she knew his howls of distress were genuine.
It appeared she was truly getting through to him at last.
By the 10th stroke Marcel was pleading for her to stop but it just encouraged her even more.
There were genuine tears in his eyes by the time the 20th venomous stroke landed.
His entire backside and upper thighs felt like they were on fire but Sunnie was far from finished.
Ignoring Marcel's sobbing , apologizing and whining she continued until a full 40 whacks had been administered.
Pausing to catching her breath , she put a palm to her fiancee's glowing red behind.
It was hot to the touch and definitely showing all the signs of a good paddling that Sonia had described.
The skin on his sit spots was a dusky white with blisters forming and the remainder of his behind right down to his thighs was bright red.
He would not be sitting comfortably for quite some time.
"You may rise." Sunnie declared imperiously and Marcel wasted no time in rising up to dance around the room , hopping from foot to foot trying in vain to rub the sting from his hindquarters with both hands.
Sunnie chortled in amusement at his hilarious antics.
When he had settled down , Sunnie took a firm hold of his ear and led him over to the desk.
Taking a seat in the chair , she guided him over her lap.
"AW NO SUNNIE! Please no more..." Marcel pleaded but was rewarded with a resounding smack to his already battered behind.
"I told you I was in charge of this spanking didn't I?" Sunnie warned him.
"The paddling was for the cigars....this spanking is for lying to me!" she clarified.
Marcel howled and kicked on her lap while Sunnie delivered crisp , non-stop spanks to his bottom.
After a few minutes she paused to wrap a leg around both of his to restrain his bucking.
"Give me your right hand !" she demanded , and Marcel reluctantly complied.
Then she really went to town punishing her man's backside.
Marcel could not believe that his petite fiancee was capable of administering such a thorough chastisement.
For the second time , she brought him to tears and continued spanking until he was bawling and sobbing like a child.
This time when he rose , Sunnie did not permit him to rub his bottom and promptly steered him into the corner , hands on his head with his gloriously chastened bottom on full display.
As he stood there , fidgeting and shifting his feet , Sunnie took a few photos of the memorable scene with her phone.
Seconds later , Sonia cackled loudly when she received the pics from Sunnie along with the text message ,
''One arrogant Frenchman''s attitude adjustment complete...thanks for the advice girlfriend!'
Francois turned from doing the dishes to look at his wife.
"What's so funny Darling ?" he asked.
Sonia grinned and began tapping a response to Sunnie ,
"Another arrogant Frenchman's about to receive his...pics to follow!'
Sonia rose from the sofa to address her husband.
"Never mind...finish those dishes and meet me in the bedroom, we need to have a discussion...." she told him.
Francois' face flushed , "S’il vous plaît Sonia , pas une autre fessée !"
Sonia smiled and replied , "Oui son temps pour une autre fessée mon chérie!"
Monday, March 6, 2017
George checked his watch as he waited for the bus to stop.
It was 7.15pm. "Dammit!" he seethed to himself.
He knew his wife Valerie had planned a dinner with her clients , the Boswell's at 7pm so had scheduled his last appointment for 5.00pm to allow time to get home and help Valerie with the preparations.
His clients were an older couple who needed a standard agreement so he was sure he would be done in 30 minutes to catch the last express bus at 6.00pm to take him home in 10 minutes.
However , the couple were unprepared and unsure of the legal steps involved , so despite George's best efforts to hurry them along they dawdled and pondered every item.
By 5.45pm George suggested they finish with another appointment , but they were insistent on finishing matters that evening.
George finally made it to the bus stop in time to see the express bus drive away , leaving him no option but to take the ' milk route' number 77.
With a bit of luck he could still get home not long after 6.30pm , just enough time to save him from his wife's wrath.
But as it happened , luck was not with George as the # 77 was stuck in traffic.
His cell phone started ringing at 6.20pm and rang three more times but he didn't answer - the calls were from Valerie.
The Boswell's Mercedes was parked in the driveway when George finally made it home.
Her hurriedly discarded his hat , coat and briefcase , examined himself in the hall mirror and strode boldly to the dining room.
Valerie was sitting at the head of the table dressed in a little black , shimmering evening dress which hugged her voluptuous curves. Her long red mane was pinned up , accentuating her cheekbones.
Despite looking so lovely , George knew his wife was fuming underneath.
"Ah George.....so nice to see you ." Gloria Bosley said curtly.
George nodded politely , his mouth going dry as he eyed his wife's icy glare.
Then his face flushed and his heart pounded when he saw it.
Sitting just behind Valerie , in its usual position just front of the fireplace was the 'green chair'.
It was a sturdy straight- backed chair with a comfortably upholstered plush seat upon which his wife would sit very comfortably.
For George , on the other hand , it meant that he would not be sitting comfortably for the next few days!
Valerie had purchased it at a yard sale a few years ago , along with a classic hairbrush made of polished mahogany .
She enjoyed telling the older lady who was selling the items , exactly what their purpose would be as George paid for the purchases.
After that , when George displeased his wife , the green chair would be relocated from Valerie's office and placed in it's prominent position in the drawing room -with that awful brush sitting on it ,
sending George the clear message that he was in for a sound bottom blistering!
Most times George would be draped over his wife's inviting lap as she sat comfortably on the chair On some occasions Valerie would have him kneel on it and present his bare bottom for a dose of the leather tawse , or he was required to bend over the back and hold the seat for a dozen or more strokes of her cane.
Valerie enjoyed watching her husband's reaction when he saw the green chair .
She would make no mention of her husband's pending discipline , acting normally and nonchalantly.
George hated this waiting even more than the spanking itself.
Then , when Valerie was good and ready she would take her place in the chair , rolling the brush teasingly in her hand as she scolded and lectured her errant husband who stood naked and humbled before her.
The sense of power was intoxicating to Valerie and George knew the punishment to come would be severe and lasting.
Throughout dinner , George's gaze continually went to the the dreaded brush placed on the green chair .
It's presence in the room was very odd. and he hoped the Bosely's would not be curious enough to question its purpose.
However , that is exactly why Valerie had placed it there !
After dinner the two couples retired to the drawing room .
As George prepared the drinks , he noticed Muriel Boswell look curiously at the green chair and make a comment to her husband which seemed to make him blush.
Valerie took two glasses from George and handed one to Muriel who was still gazing at the green chair.
"That's uncanny! I was just saying to Henry that we have the exact same chair at home." Muriel gushed.
While Henry made his way to the apparent safety of George , the two women positively beamed at the antique chair.
"I only bring it out here for special occasions actually." Valerie said.
Muriel grinned , "Oh you didn't have to do that for us Valerie."
"Oh I didn't bring it out for you dear , it's for George's benefit later ....isn't it dear?" Valerie said .
George's face was now as red as Henry's!
"Do you find it comfortable George?" Muriel asked , sensing the discomfort of both men.
George opened his lips to reply but Valerie responded for him.
"Actually George never sits on it Muriel - I do. In fact sitting is the last thing George wants to do after I'm finished with him .....isn't that so dear?"
The two women clearly had a common bond and were teasing their men mercilessly now.
"Yes dear." George replied mildly.
"I used to sit on our chair , but these days I prefer to have Henry bend over it for the cane.
I rather enjoy a good old fashioned caning ....although Henry would disagree wouldn't you dear?" Muriel cackled.
Instead of responding , Henry's eyes bilged , his face seemed to turn purple with rage and his jaw tightened visibly.
Carefully he put down his drink , took off his coat and took a few deliberate strides in his wife's direction.
Muriel's imperious demeanour evaporated almost immediately and she backed away , putting up both palms in an act of placation.
She began apologizing but Henry's silent advance continued.
"N..NOW Henry....darling.....please.....I'm sorry....I shouldn't have....." she squealed when Henry clamped onto both her wrists.
With ease he dragged her over to the green chair.
"May I ?" Henry asked Valerie , pointing to the brush.
Dumbfounded by the turn of events , Valerie could only nod.
George chuckled and looked on with glee as Henry sat down on the green chair and tipped his struggling wife over his lap.
Muriel kicked her legs wildly and pummelled her fists against her husband's thighs.
"That's quite enough Henry! Let me up this instant!" she squealed , but it sounded more like a plea than an order.
Henry fixed his gaze at the hem of his wife's elegant green evening gown and began easing it up over her chubby , milky thighs , over her ample hips to the small of her back to reveal two large , jiggling globes of flesh , framed by a pair of sheer black panties.
"OOOOOH! NOOOOO! HENRY!" Muriel screamed protesting her public exposure.
Henry's response was to roughly yank the flimsy garment down to her thighs to reveal his wife's bare bottom in all its glory.
George noted that it was a wonderfully spankable bottom. Two full round , but firm cheeks which were already jiggling frantically.
Then Henry went to work on his naughty wife's bare backside with the brush.
Muriel bawled , kicked and bucked on his lap as the crack of the brush against bare skin filled the room.
Her bottom rapidly turned from pink to a glowing , deepening red and real tears made her mascara streak down her cheeks.
Muriel was a babbling mess but Henry kept on spanking.
He was like a man possessed taking out weeks , or months of pent up fury on his naughty wife's backside.
George felt like cheering him on and he observed his own wife's reaction to the fiery spanking being carried out before their eyes.
She looked excited and intrigued by it all.
George moved closer to her and she gasped when he placed a palm on one of her butt cheeks and gave it a playful squeeze.
Instead of protesting , she looked passionately into his eyes.
"You're next Valerie.....you've been needing this for a long time and now you're going to get it!" he declared.
"Yes dear ...." his wife pouted seductively.
Henry helped Muriel stagger to her feet .
Her face was as red as her bottom , streaked with tears and mascara , and her previously coiffed hair draped over her face.
She had lost one shoe and was tripping over her undies which were still banded around her knees.
When she reached back to restore them , her reward was a stinging smack to her already sore bottom from her husband's palm.
"Keep those right there!" he told her and led her by the arm into a corner of the room.
"Hands on your head and stay there until I say you can come out!" he ordered , folding her dress to make sure he glowing red bottom was on full display.
Valerie shuddered at the thought that very soon her poor bottom would be in the same condition.
A very satisfied Henry grinned and handed the hairbrush to George .
"Do your worst old chap!" he said,
George took a firm hold of Valerie's arm and looked into her eyes.
Her heart was pounding and she felt an instinctive tingling in her backside.
She had never been spanked before so this moment was a long time coming for her.
Interestingly she welcomed it instead of dreading it.
Her husband wasted no time springing into action.
Being on the receiving end of many spankings, had educated him on the nuances of spanking a naughty bottom.
The fact that it was Valerie's delectable posterior he was about to paddle just made it more exciting.
He flipped Valerie face first over his lap ,taking a moment to adjust her position so her head was close to the floor , her long legs raised placing her delectable bottom in the perfect position for a lenthy spanking.
Gleefully George hiked her dress up over the ample curves of her hips , to reveal a most enticing bottom elegantly framed with a black garter belt and stockings .
His wife's tiny lace panties offered little coverage but George peeled them down anyway.
Valerie let out a frustrated gasp when she felt the cold air on her exposed bottom.
She had never felt so vulnerable and helpless and it sent a charge pulsing through her veins.
The moistness between her legs compelled her to grind her hips against her husband's crotch.
This momentarily distracted George but he quickly returned his attention to the task in hand.
He took a firm grip on the brush , raised his arm above his shoulder and brought it down smartly on his wife's lily white cheeks.
"OOOW!" Valerie shrieked.
George loved how his wife's cheeks jiggled each time the brush landed,
It was not long before those cheeks had turned a bright red and his wife was bucking and kicking her legs frantically.
In fact , Valerie kicked so hard one of her heels flew across the room at great speed.
Fed up with his wife's squirming , George adopted one of her own techniques , raising one leg over both of hers and taking hold of her right wrist and pinning it against the small of her back rendering her completely immobile.
With his wife's bottom in perfect position , he ignored her wailing , pleading and apologizing and proceeded to really roast her backside until she lay limply on his lap , sobbing and sniffling uncontrollably.
With genuine tenderness , George laid down the brush and assisted Valerie unsteadily to her feet.
She looked a real mess , balancing on one heel , panties around her ankles and her face tearstained and smudged mascara.
Her long hair which had been meticulously pinned up , now spilled ruefully over her face and shoulders.
George pulled her close and gave her a hug.
Valerie winced and moaned when his palms pressed against her tender red globes.
Her skin was hot to the touch and George loved it - so did Valerie.
George accepted a nod of approval from Henry who was sitting comfortably on a chair , brandy in hand and puffing on a cigar.
Beside him , Muriel had her nose in the corner , both hands holding up her dress so her bright red bottom was on full display.
Taking Valerie by the elbow , he guided her over to the other woman to take her place beside her.
As the two chastised wives stood silently in the corner , their two men chatted while they finished their brandy and cigars.
"You ladies may retire to the bathroom and tidy yourselves up now." George said , to the great relief of Muriel and Valerie.
In the privacy of the bathroom there was a sisterly bonding of the two women as they inspected their sore bottoms in the mirror.
They seemed to wear their blistered behinds like a badge of honour.
"Well I guess we had that coming Valerie..." Muriel mused and Valerie agreed.
When they returned to join their men , the green chair was still standing in its place in the middle of the room.
"I think we're going to keep that chair right there from now on as a reminder of what happens to naughty wives!" George teased.
"We will be doing the same , won't we dear?" Henry added,
The two ladies blushed and rubbed their well spanked bottoms in unison.
"Yes Dear." they replied.